Better Off As Lovers | Petekey AU

I'm Yours

"School lets out really soon, you know," Mikey explained, laying in his bed, his eyes locked on to Pete's. Pete looked at Mikey's messy bed head, the sun on his face.

"Yeah...yeah I do. But don't worry, I said it'd all be fine, remember? We can, like, Skype and stuff. Like all of those couples on TV," Pete reassured his boyfriend. Mikey rolled his eyes.

"We're the difference between real love and the love on TV," Mikey said, laughing a bit.

"What," Pete mocked hurt, "you don't think we're the classic American couple?"

Mikey laughed out loud this time. "If you ask Donald Trump, both of us would need to be white and not both males."

"Donald Trump is an asshole," Pete mumbled.

"Amen to that."

Both boys' heads snapped over to the bedroom door, where Frank was lazily drinking orange juice.

"Where'd you come from?" Mikey asked, sitting up in the bed. He pulled the covers up a bit, remembering that he was naked.

"Well, last night your brother and I came back to the house. And I'm here right now to inform you that on this fine Sunday morning, your mom made pancakes. So get your asses downstairs," Frank ended it with a smile, walking out the room and closing the door. Pete rubbed his forehead.

"I'm gonna miss this," he said, looking up at Mikey. Mikey have him a confused look.

"Frank intruding in on us?"

"No, just how normal this all is. Lazy Sundays, stuff like that."

"Nothing we've ever done is normal," Mikey said, leaning down to kiss Pete's forehead before getting off of the bed to get dressed.

-  -  -

"Wait, you're moving?" Frank asked, drinking his orange juice. Pete gave him a blank look. He'd explained this at least three times to Frank.

"Yes, Frank, and if I have to tell you that one more time, I'll kick you in the balls," Pete said, grabbing the syrup.

"Okay, okay, chill," Frank defended himself. "Guess you'll have to resort to Skype sex?"

"Frank!" Mikey kicked Frank from underneath the table, his cheeks growing red.

"If you do, make sure to use protection!" Mrs. Way's voice rang from the living room. Mikey sighed.

"That's not how it works, Mom!"

"At least she's concerned," Pete laughed, nudging his boyfriend. Mikey blushed.

"A little too concerned."

"At least she's not like Frank's mom who walked in on us banging and asked if we needed snacks," Gerard held in a laugh.

"What kind of snacks?" Pete asked with interest. Frank groaned.

"Cookies. But, like, they weren't even done cooking so what was the pint of asking us then? It's like she couldn't have waited for ten minutes."

"She's concerned for your well being," Pete laughed, taking a bite of his pancakes.

"Once again, a little too concerned," Gerard said, stealing a drink of Frank's orange juice.

-  -  -

"You'll visit, right?" Mikey asked, laying the the grass of the park, Pete absentmindedly drawing with Sharpie on his forearm.

"Only if you visit me," Pete said, bringing his eyes up to Mikey's. Mikey laughed, shielding his eyes from the sun with his free arm.

"It's just...we had the whole summer to live out," Mikey said, sighing. Pete continued to draw on Mikey's arm.